Move Along, There's Nothing to See Here

I'm feeling bad that my last few (or more) posts have been pretty lame. If I didn't have this self-imposed mandate to post every single fricking day, perhaps the quality would improve—although, then again, who knows? Maybe I'd just keep thinking that something better was likely to pop into my brain tomorrow, or tomorrow, or tomorrow... At least this way I'm forced to come up with something ... anything ... regardless of how lame.

So, what have we done today? No books read, no movies watched, no recipes tried, no links visited. After sending the kids off to school this morning, I worked on a boring Spanish project (clicking on vocabulary words in an ebook to make sure the audio files matched), then volunteered in the school library for Pete's class, then worked some more, then went to the supermarket, then picked the kids up, then took Julie to her piano lesson, then fed everyone, then folded 5 loads of laundry, then ... thought about what to blog.

It's official. You're caught up.

Comments

[ShortyMom]

My last couple of posts have been fill-in posts. Nothing more than a typical day in the household with running errands, housework and child rearing. Trying to figure out what can boost my stories.

Hope your family feels better soon!

[Tonya]

I wouldn't be surprised if I speak for quite a lot of people, that reading even "mundane" day-to-day posts of lives being lived is interesting and sustaining. I know I enjoy it. Makes me realize that our lives are all similar in so many ways, and that there is joy (ultimately!), or at least contentment, with the mundane. Like, remembering back to when I didn't own a washer and dryer and what an ordeal laundry was then. To this day I really appreciate having a washer and dryer. (And that I didn't live in a time when you had to schlep everything down to the river to wash!) Also, my life is very different from my mom's who had a neighborhood of non-working woman friends who met regularly at each others' houses for coffee (or drinks) and chatted about the very things that we chat about here. This is OUR neighborhood. Just a little difficult to borrow a cup of sugar.